Jonson, Ben · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.80 · 465 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Then here is your release, Sir: you have married a Boy: a Gentleman's son, that I have brought up this half year, at my great charges, and for this composition, which I have now made with you. What say you, Master Doctor? this is iustum impedimentum, I hope, error personae? Yes Sir, in primo gradu. In primo graou. I thank you, good Doctor Cutberd, and Parson Otter. You are beholden to 'em, Sir, that have taken this pains for you: and my friend, Master Tru-wit, who enabled 'em for the business. Now you may go in and rest, be as private as you will, Sir. I'll not trouble you, till you trouble me with your Funeral, which I care not how soon it come. Cutberd, I'll make your Lease good. Thank me not, but with your leg, Cutberd. And Tom Otter, your Princess shall be reconciled to you. How now, Gentlemen! do you look at me? A Boy. Yes, Mistress Epicoene. Well, Dauphine, you have lurched your friends of the better half of the Garland, by concealing this part of the plot: but much good do it thee, thou deserv'st it, Lad. And Clerimont, for thy unexpected bringing in these two to confession, wear my part of it freely. Nay, Sir Daw. and Sir La-Foole, you see the Gentlewoman that has done you the favours! we are all thankful to you, and so should the womankind here, specially for lying on her, though not with her! You meant so, I am sure? But, that we have stuck it upon you today, in your own imagined persons, and so lately; this Amazon, the Champion of the sex, should beat you now thriftily, for the common slanders, which Ladies receive from such Cuckoos, as you are. You are they, that when no merit or fortune can make you hope to enjoy their bodies, will yet lie with their reputations, and make their fame suffer. Away you common Moths of these, and all ladies' honours, Go, travail to make legs and faces, and come home with some new matter to be laughed at: you deserve to live in an Air as corrupted, as that wherewith you feed rumour. madams, you are mute, upon this new Metamorphosis! but here stands she, that has vindicated your fames. Take heed of such insectae hereafter. And let it not trouble you that you have discovered any Mysteries to this young Gentleman. He is (almost) of years, and will make a good Visitant within this twelvemonth. In the mean time, we'll all undertake for his secrecy, that can speak so well of his silence. Spectators, if you like this Comedy, rise cheerfully, and now Morose is gone in, clap your hands. It may be, that noise will cure him, at least please him.
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Position
nodes 1343–1349 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 52 of 52 in this edition
Length
465 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.799 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T3 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Then here is your releaſe, Sir: you haue marryed a Boy: a Gentlemans ſonne, that I haue brought vp this halfe yeere, at my great charges, and for this compoſition, which I haue now made with you. What ſay you, Maſter Doctor? this is iuſtum impedimentum, I hope, error perſonae? Yes Sir, in primo gradu. In primo graou. I thanke you, good Doctor Cutberd, and Parſon Otter. You are beholden to 'hem, Sir, that haue taken this paines for you: and my friend, Maſter Tru-wit, who enabled 'hem for the buſineſſe. Now you may goe in and reſt, be as priuate as you will, Sir. I'll not trouble you, till you trouble me with your Funerall, which I care not how ſoone it come. Cutberd, I'll make your Leaſe good. Thanke me not, but with your legge, Cutberd. And Tom Otter, your Princeſſe ſhall be reconcil'd to you. How now, Gentlemen! doe you looke at me? A Boy. Yes, Miſtris Epicoene. Well, Dauphine, you haue lurch'd your friends of the better halfe of the Garland, by concealing this part of the plot: but much good doe it thee, thou deſeru'ſt it, Lad. And Clerimont, for thy vnexpected bringing in theſe two to confeſſion, weare my part of it freely. Nay, Sir Daw, and Sir La-Foole, you ſee the Gentlewoman that has done you the fauours! we are all thankfull to you, and ſo ſhould the woman-kind here, ſpecially for lying on her, though not with her! You meant ſo, I am ſure? But, that wee haue ſtuck it vpon you to day, in your owne imagin'd perſons, and ſo lately; this Amazon, the Champion of the ſexe, ſhould beat you now thriftily, for the common ſlanders, which Ladies receiue from ſuch Cuckowes, as you are. You are they, that when no merit or fortune can make you hope to enioy their bodies, will yet lye with their reputations, and make their fame ſuffer. Away you common Moths of theſe, and all Ladies honours, Goe, trauaile to make legges and faces, and come home with ſome new matter to be laught at: you deſerue to liue in an Ayre as corrupted, as that wherewith you feed rumour. Madames, you are mute, vpon this new Metamorphoſis! but here ſtands ſhe, that has vindicated your fames. Take heed of ſuch inſectae hereafter. And let it not trouble you that you haue diſcouer'd any Myſteries to this yong Gentleman. He is (a'moſt) of yeeres, and will make a good Viſitant within this twelue-month. In the meane time, wee'l all vndertake for his ſecrecie, that can ſpeake ſo well of his ſilence. Spectators, if you like this Comoedie, riſe cheerfully, and now Moroſe is gone in, clap your hands. It may bee, that noyſe will cure him, at leaſt pleaſe him.